None of these characters are mine. I am just borrowing them from their respective creators. Summary:
Believing that vampires, werewolves and other bump-in-the-night creatures were real was one thing; fighting alongside one of the said beings was another and Bruce Wayne was still trying to digest this one insy-winsy fact. PhoenixRae's Notes:
This kinda picks up from where I left off in Believe It or Not, It's the Truth
. And yes, it's an FFA answered pairing. :) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
I See It, But I Still Don't Believe It
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ANGEL DUCKED THEN STAKED THE NEWBIE VAMP that made its debut appearance in Gotham City this evening. He was out cruising in the pimped-up Batmobile with Gotham's billionaire playboy decked out in all black and going by the pseudonym, Batman, when he spotted the small group of vamps terrorizing a few of the homeless people keeping themselves warm by the drum pit.
"You doing alright there, boy?" Somehow addressing the cocky billionaire as 'boy' seemed right considering he was over two hundred and fifty years old already.
"I can handle my own," came the crisp reply followed by a hissing sound of one of his gadgets he produced from his nifty belt. It was a thin wire and at the end he had a bat-shaped hook-clamp. He threw it at the last of the vamps running away from the fight. He hit his target and the wire wrapped snugly around the vamps neck. He gave it a not-so-gentle yank and severed the vamp's neck, dissolving it to nothing but a pile of dust. "And don't call me boy!" he added once he was done getting rid of the vampire.
Angel cocked an eyebrow and returned back to his human face.
"Technically I'm older than you. In fact, I am hundreds
of years older than you, so my calling you 'boy' is just right," he explained.
Bruce snorted and walked back to where he left his car parked. "You don't look a day over forty. In my book, you and I are just about the same age." He slipped inside and waited until the visiting vampire climbed in to the passenger's seat before he gunned the engine and returned back to the Bat Cave.
Angel merely chuckled and shook his head. He'd been butting heads with the cocky young billionaire ever since the night he revealed to him exactly who and what he was. Wesley did his best to explain to their host -- who was gracious enough to allow them to stay even though he knew he was harbouring a vampire -- that Angel was on the side of good, but Bruce doesn't want to believe it.
"Whatever you say, boy.
" Angel risked getting into an argument with him about their age difference and how he should address him for the rest of the drive home. Even though vamps and other creatures decided to prey on Gotham City, tonight was one of those slow nights in the city and going back to the Bat's lair seemed like a mighty good idea.